Coming home to a place you love.... or coming home to the person you love.......
I'm 32 years old and I have just now figured out that the word "home" is about a person, not a place. I never realized there was really a difference until today. Although I live in a beautiful apartment.... I would be just as happy coming home to an ice shanty if that same person was sitting in there waiting for me.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
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